Now they are increasingly talking about the war, shooting, killing ... But the war is not only destroying those who go to the front, get a weapon and shoot. The war falls on the black raven wing of the family and friends.
The years go by, and the wing is made dirty, ragged, but not
lags behind, always with you.
Sveta, my classmate, who was born in 1945. The war she did not see caught up with her. The mother’s husband was at the front, and the mother became pregnant and gave birth. When the husband returned from the war. Said:
- I will live with you. If the girl stays with her grandparents.
The family grew the eldest daughter Tamara.
So they decided. Svetlana was registered for old men. They gave her the name of her grandfather, left in the village. Mother and her husband went to Tomsk, where they gave birth to another girl, Galya.
Sveta studied well, moreover she was a needlewoman of needlewomen. Knitted, embroidered, sewed. Perhaps her grandmother taught her. Old people loved Svetlana. The grandfather, to be sure, was strict, but the grandmother-protector just didn’t mind. Old men were expelled from the Altai, the great workers.
Sveta did not understand her position in childhood, sometimes she wrote initials, now grandfather, then after her father.
When we finished school, we went to go to Tomsk universities. Sveta had a friend in the medical institute trade union. Svetlana was chosen as a candidate. Gave a hostel. But she did not pass the first session, she had to somehow get settled in life. Farewell, Tomsk, Omsk ahead. There awaits aunt. I did not plan to study, I went to work with marriage but it did not work, but I gave birth to a son. So toiled. Around one, hope no one else. Grandmother died, grandfather married another. Grandpa went to Svetlana in Omsk, where she had already received an apartment. The loving grandfather nearly led another wife to Svetlana. This threatened to lose the apartment. It cost.
Svetlana raised her son, he got married. Born grandson - all in two rooms. A few years ago my son had a stroke. The wife is gone. Sveta herself went out son. Svetlana for 70. she still continues to work.
War, war ... if not war. Svetlana's life could have been different. Beautiful, capable, she might have become a doctor, what she had dreamed of since childhood. Fate decreed otherwise. But what is the fault of Svetlana?
If someone thinks that the war will get around him, then he is mistaken: he will get it everywhere.